Jake looked quietly to the scar that remained on Draco's arm, the mark this... this psychopathic terrorist left on that pale skin. He reached over after several silent moments, taking Draco's forearm, then bent over enough to gently press his lips to the scar. Accepting what the mark meant more than the physical remains of the mark.

"...you did what you did," he said quietly, looking up to Draco as he shifted back down. "You can't get away from that. But the thing you can do? Is change who you are now. Pay it back, however you can. And that's what you're doing. That's what matters, at least to me. You're changing."